...more colorin' book. "Thermodynamic miracles... events with odds against so astronomical they're effectively impossible, like oxygen spontaneously becoming gold. I long to observe such a thing. And yet, in each human coupling, a thousand million sperm vie for a single egg. Multiply those odds by countless generations, against the odds of your ancestors being alive; meeting; siring this precise son; that exact daughter... Until your mother loves a man she has every reason to hate, and of that union, of the thousand million children competing for fertilization, it was you, only you, that emerged. To distill so specific a form from that chaos of improbability, like turning air to gold... that is the crowning unlikelihood. The thermodynamic miracle." - Dr Manhattan
Screencap from an acoustic melody. Do you ever feel like a much-less-talented Trent Reznor when you write a thing and every time you revisit it in a new session, it ends up re-arranged/mixed as if you're covering your own damn song?
How's about yet another Game Boy Zero edition for 3.14? Version 1 (the blue one) was a custom board by Helder; version 2 will be a somewhat scratch-made with a Teensy and a hell of a lot of wiring; and this version, version 3, is supposed to be a simpler solution but there are questionable soldering methods intended by the designer of this board. NASA would not approve.
I have difficulties comprehending my irrational fear of spiders when I can't help but be inspired by them. It's the perfect physical analogy of "bad" dreams, of which I haven't been afraid to sleep through for about a decade now.